Sunnyslope sparrowsA Poem by Jon RoggieEver live in a place...
"Every night,
you hear them fly overhead. Always searching. Always hunting." The Sunnyslope sparrows. They were something you got used to. It was what I called the police helicopters. Nothing against them, it was just that kind of neighborhood. They were just a constant in the background. Honestly, they let you know when something had hit the fan. Simple flyby was one thing, but when the news crew showed up... You learn to notice your surroundings. Learning to see the things you tried not to see.
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Added on July 24, 2016 Last Updated on July 24, 2016 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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